Aila nearly jumped out of her skin. Normally, her sense of awareness was... sharper Unfortunately, she was too absorbed in her own plight to realize it before Harry's shadow fell over her, and all she could do was turn around, eyes wide as the man loomed over her.

Her expression turned cross, and she clutched the bill to her chest. "What business is it of yours?" she said, eyes narrowing. She didn't want to owe anything to yet another person, let alone a man like this one appeared to be.

Vanillite, meanwhile, sighed and sat there, frowning. He had expected something like this to happen, and regarded Harry and his Pokemon with a firm (yet apologetic) glare.